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“You’re not going to lock your car?” he asked.

I shrugged. “If they want it, they’re going to break the window. At least this way, I don’t have to pay for my car window to get fixed.”

He sighed. “You have a point.”

This was downtown Dallas after all. Not the greatest part of town.

And the old sedan riding really slow down the length of the road up ahead was making me nervous.

Quincy, too.

He reached back behind him, and I wondered if he had a gun back there he was about to pull out.

The car rolled past, and he made eye contact with the person inside.

He stiffened, partially moving so that he was blocking me from the view of the driver.

He stayed that way, moving so he was now behind me until the car disappeared around the corner.

“What was that?” I asked when he twisted back around and placed the palm of his hand on my lower back to get me moving again.

I wouldn’t admit to how great it felt.

“That was a gang leader,” he grumbled.

“You know a gang leader by sight?” I wondered.

“Yeah,” he answered. “I know him by sight. I see him at the station at least once a fuckin’ month. But my brother is the leader of the gang division at DPD. A post I used to hold before I switched over to detective. So, I know more than most.”

“Ahh,” I said as we slowly let ourselves back into my building.

His frown once again had me glancing at him in question.

“You shouldn’t just be walking in here,” he grumbled.

I snorted. “There’s a reason this place’s rent is so cheap, dude.”

His lips thinned, but he didn’t say anything.

Instead, he climbed the stairs behind me to my floor.

I walked into my wide-open door, and he muttered a curse under his breath.

I rolled my eyes, then walked up to the rest of the presents. But he caught my hand and shifted me gently to the side as he bent to grab all the presents with such ease it was embarrassing to all woman kind.

We walked out of the apartment, and this time I did lock it behind me.

As we got down to the bottom of the stairs, the black sedan was back.

But the moment it saw us, it left.

“This is bullshit,” Quincy muttered darkly.

He walked up to my car and said, “Tell me the address, honey.”

My stuff was still sitting on the seat where I left it.

When I would’ve gotten into the car by myself, he hurried forward and opened my door for me.